I lost my grip and down I slid And felt no urge to stop My scanty power enveloped my will As I succumbed to my downward spiral
The inevitable pulled its peaceful ruse I felt dead before I died The blackened fiend sat with twisted smile And watched me breathe into airlessness Down down I slid into the well Where no wishes or hope or light do dwell
And there at the bottom amongst the nothingness Love scooped me up in gentle palm And placed me amongst the shattered souls Pieced together by second chances And slowly there on tessellated plains My Life began again